Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.